“HOLLOW-SOUNDING AND MYSTERIOUS.”

There's no replying To the Wind's sighing, Telling, foretelling, Dying, undying,

Dwindling and swelling, Complaining, droning, Whistling and moaning, Ever beginning,

Ending, repeating, Hinting and dinning, Lagging and fleeting — We've no replying

Living or dying To the Wind's sighing. What are you telling, Variable Wind-tone?

What would be teaching, O sinking, swelling, Desolate Wind-moan? Ever for ever

Teaching and preaching, Never, ah never Making us wiser — The earliest riser

Catches no meaning, The last who hearkens Garners no gleaning Of wisdom's treasure,

While the world darkens:— Living or dying, In pain, in pleasure, We've no replying

To wordless flying Wind's sighing.